O Me! O Life!

O ME! O life!... of the questions of these recurring;

Of the endless trains of the faithless—of cities fill’d with the foolish;

Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)

Of eyes that vainly crave the light—of the objects mean—of the struggle ever renew’d;

Of the poor results of all—of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me;

Of the empty and useless years of the rest—with the rest me intertwined;

The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?

Answer.

That you are here—that life exists, and identity;

That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse

Walt Whitman

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Perdão, sem traduçao pq desse verso ainda não fiz, mesmo sendo um dos meus prediletíssimos! Bem 'Sociedade dos poetas mortos'. :) Acho que vou apresentar um trabalho sobre esse filme (novamente), afinal ele é uma inspiração para a minha pessoa.